Is This Hunter For Real Novels & Stories

A long pause hung between us like a held breath. Then James leaned in slightly, voice barely above a whisper. "I need you to tell me, Lex. I need you to say it. I know. But I need to hear it from you." I stared at him for a long moment. My heart pounded. My fingers curled under the table. Then, slowly, I exhaled. "I'm a hunter," I said. "I kill werewolves. And yes... they're real. They always have been." James leaned back, his breath leaving him like someone had punched it out of his chest.

I made up my mind to say my words properly even though I was in tears. He shook his head. "You misunderstood the situation, Amanda. Please allow me to explain and please listen to what I have to say before you jump into conclusion. First of all, my character is not fake, I don't disguise myself just to be liked by people. I am authentic,” said Hunter. If only he could hear what he was saying now — oh wait, he could hear it but Hunter was making his deception work even more even though he was caught in the act. “I don't have a child yet—”

I searched her face for a resemblance but only saw a subtle part with Ray, none with Rihanna. “Or me! She slapped my butt last time, when I thought we were friends.” Hunter turned to me. “You saw it, right?” A smile came to my face, he had totally misunderstood that situation. “I did. Anyway, Hunter, I confirmed the places you saw.” He bent his head down, then whispered. “They weren’t dreams? They were real?” I understood he didn’t want anyone hearing us so I whispered back. “Yeah, and they were all besides Red Moon. Your wolf travelled far.”

This sentiment is quite understandable, as their lineage lacks werewolf genes, unlike the Valentines and the other retired families known as true-blood hunters. These true-blood hunters possess the coveted werewolf genes that set them apart. In contrast, families like The McKnights and the current hunters within the bureau fall into the category of Lesser Hunters. These Lesser Hunters were once fully human but have acquired supernatural abilities, somewhat akin to those of the true-bloods, through the use of Talismans. While they may not match the true-bloods in strength, they still manage to get the job done.

I had only seen Mildred and Garren shift, so this was new. Hunter wasn’t nearly as big as Garren, but he was bigger than Mildred. His scales looked rougher, and he had spikes lining his back along his spine. His talons were longer than the others, and his wings looked like they were tipped with ice shards. “Hunter is the last of his kind,” Mildred said low enough for only me to hear. “He’s beautiful. He looks like he is covered in pieces of ice.” I said in awe. She let out a laugh.

"I didn't have a choice! It was either this or watch you burn from the inside out! Would you have preferred death?" "Yes!" I screamed, the word tearing from my throat. "Yes! I would have preferred death a thousand times over than to be this!" I was a Hunter. I hunted these things. And now I was one. I looked at him, at the dried blood on his neck, at the guilt etched into his features like scars. A horrible realization took root in my chest, spreading like poison. "Is this it?" I hissed, tears pricking my eyes but refusing to fall. "Is this your revenge?"

Hunter climbed off the couch and stood, grabbing his briefs that were tangled with his trousers before pulling them back on. The phone was still ringing. He glanced around the living room until he finally spotted it lying half out of his discarded pants pocket. It must have slipped out sometime during the night. The screen continued flashing. Hunter picked it up, expecting to silence an alarm. Instead, he frowned. It wasn't an alarm. It was a call. Dean Mercer flashed his phone screen, and Hunter groaned. Dean was the Titans' superstar winger. The boys often called him the Legendary Ladies' Man or the Wolf Who Hunted Prey.

Hunting me isn’t going to be like hunting a Moon Caster who’s been languishing in chains for months. Still, I can’t help picturing Kaely as he killed our Moon Caster—the glee he took in it, the blood on his lips and teeth. Will he be the same when he tears my throat out? Will he even feel a moment’s remorse? Probably not. He really believes what he said about me being a Moon Caster. And if I thought he was a Moon Caster, I would hunt him down and kill him with no remorse. I wouldn’t care that he was Kaely, the hottest guy in our pack, the only one I’ve ever really dreamed of mating with.

"Shut up and watch." "What now!" Huffing I directed my gaze at the people. They looked like normal hunters with black dresses and guns in their hands until my eyes fell on the thing they hunted laying in the ground. I gasped as my hand went up to my mouth. It was a man, precisely a forest ranger judging by the khaki uniform he wore. "They are no hunters, they are criminals," Hunter whispered from behind me. "Come on, we have to go before they notice us." I nodded, my mind was still frozen.

I breathed hard, dragging my body up as I crawled forward on all fours like a fucking dog. I didn't stop, didn't even look back, not even when the air around me stiffened. Not even when the animals went quiet and the trees froze as though they had held their breath. Because deep down, I already knew what this meant. Growing up, I heard stories, rumours by the other slaves about the Hunter's Territory. No one dared to cross last this line, not even Alpha's or Betas and especially, not Omegas like myself. This land belonged to someone or something more deadly and mysterious.